Monday, 12 August 2013

I know I'm talking to myself. At least I have a record of what I say. lol

It is late. 11.38pm. Munchie time in our house.

The animals like to eat at this time. We had the 'share a packet of ham' time earlier on. All the mogs congregate for their bit. Tinks, you can hear her 'nom nomming'. Very funny. Looloo and Popeye always turn up late! I can hear Muppet aka Darth Vader slobberingly eating her grub...in peace. Meg is munching on biscuits. Spook is eating, too. All well and happy. Litters cleaned.. Wonder if little Darthy will leave me another little pressie tonight?

Today, I spent ages grooming our lot. 8 cats done. 3 and the dog left to do. They all get groomed weekly in this weather. Amazing how much they moult.

Earlier on tonight, on my way up to the shops, I spotted a stray ginger and white. I thought that when I come back, I would grab it and try and sort it out. Couldn't find it. I will try again tomorrow evening. The poor thing looked awful. Walking all wobbly. I can't believe that such shit goes on in this day and age. I have a neighbour/former friend who thinks that food banks aren't needed and those who use them are just scroungers and lazy buggers. People on benefits are the scum of the earth, type of thing. I despair at the lack of empathy of some people. It's such an unattractive feature. Ack... You know those cartoons where the characters jump up and down in frustration? Well, that's me at the moment.

Wednesday, 7 August 2013

So, I took advantage of early retirement......before this government decides to screw me out of everything I've worked for. State retirement age gets worse. I'll never make it! Pension just covers the rent. That's it. Why take early retirement? Rickety joints. ...... Hurt like FUCK! Sorry for the language, but it hurts. You try being all happy and la la when you can't climb up or down stairs, get in the bath, get on or off the loo, put your hair into a pony tail, open jars/bottles, chop food/wipe your arse, etc. Makes you extremely bad-tempered, narky...whatever. Can't do what you want to do..decorate the house, clean the house....... Fatigue, blah, blah, blah. Pay all your life into the 'system'. Does it pay you back? Bleurghhhh! Nooooo...you have to pay MORE taxes. Can you get help with appropriate housing? You need somewhere without stairs. Hahahahaha.....joke. Nooo....pay more taxes..... Got to keep the big guys in council going. Big fat six figure salaries, while the rest of us live below minimum wage/poverty line. Gah. They don't give a shoo about us. Politicians. All as bad. Only ever come round when it's voting time. Sometimes, they don't even bother with that! Never mind. They've got £69,000 minimum to live on per annum....plus expenses....

Tuesday, 6 August 2013

I was worried a while back...about a certain 17 year old mog....Muppet aka Darth Vader......she of 'The Snore'. She has nodules in her nose. She's too old for ops and all that. As long as she's happy then I'll not bother with the vet and all that.

So, she's still with us, obviously. A fighter. That's the feral bit. I don't mean as in fisticuffs, but in existence.

She has started to come to me more. Wants to be near..but not too near. Always on her terms. She has this cute little trill. Half miaow, half Rrrrrrrrr. Gets me every time..and the other mogs tolerate her...almost protectively. There are plenty of soft surfaces to lie and relax on here, but she prefers the wooden floorboards or laminate or floor tiles. Tough as old boots.

Ah, yes. Sweet and lovely little elderly Darthy. Shits at the drop of a hat. Nine times out of ten, not in the cat litters........sigh........AND...her sister, Spooky, is nearly as bad. A portly mog. Cantankerous...so the others give her 'what for'. Spook's another fighter, though. Toughie. x

I have just fed the mogs, again. They have all retired to comfy beddings. Darthy is asleep....flat out on the laminate flooring! Snoring away. Bless.

About Me

An ancient home-edding mum. Trying to be good to the world, owned hook line and sinker by far too many pets, doing my best to be vegan, into crafting/eco stuff, unorganised- I love my stuff too much to be minimalist, technophobe, now definitely needing specs much to my dismay, spiritual, kind, scatter-brained, going grey, extremely cantankerous at THAT time of the month, hate football, politics and bad manners. Wish I could paint and draw to a decent standard and get to grips with this computer malarkey!!